He hadn't even said a word yet but I knew he was gay. Scarf fabulously wrapped around his neck, skinny jeans, trendy trainers. I asked his very gruff-sounding dad if he wanted to sit in during the session, and he did. He was obviously concerned for his son, acting protectively like a loving parent would. Father was the complete opposite of his son: unruly hair, beard, grungy workman clothes. It warmed my cold, cynical heart when I heard this very masculine dad talking to his teenage son about dance lessons. Dance lessons!?!

I am glad to have met them. There's hope for us humans.



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